Stolen Property: The Abduction of Mayree Jacobs

by Melissa Harlow

  "Shut-up, don't you talk to me about Jack. Just shut the fuck up!" Quinn shouted, aware of the quiver in his voice.

  Seconds ticked by, and he found himself unable to pull the trigger. His hands were shaking, worse now than earlier. He wasn't going to be able to do it, he was a lot of rotten miserable things, but a killer wasn't one of them.

  She was sobbing and wailing louder, "Please, please don't."

  "Why? Are you going to tell me your sad story? How your family, or your husband, or your kids couldn't live without you?" Maybe he wanted her to tell him those things, maybe he wanted just one more reason not to hurt her. He wasn't sure, he just knew he couldn't pull the trigger. He didn't want to.

  "I don't want to die. I'm only twenty, I don't want to die!"

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  The simple honesty of her statement was like a slap in the face. Jack hadn't wanted to die either, he shouldn't have. The boy was only nineteen. This poor girl was only a year older than Jack, and she had done nothing wrong.

  Quinn was the one who had fucked up, again. He felt miserable watching her crying on the floor.

  He sat on the dirt floor across from her. "Listen, I don't want this to happen! I don't know what other option I have." He studied her face, she was so pretty.

  She was prettier in person than her smiling picture. She had delicate features, full lips, long dark hair that spilled all around her face in soft waves. Those eyes though, they were amazing. There was no way he could look into those huge blue eyes and shoot her. He looked around the bleak room, it was worse than any cell he'd ever been in. He felt a twinge of guilt for putting her here, for planning on this ugly room being the last thing those beautiful eyes ever saw.

  He pointed the gun at her again. "Get up. We're going outside."

  "Why?" she asked in a panicked voice.

  "We're going outside. I want to show you something."

  He spoke to her softly, wanting her to be calm, wanting to mask what he was thinking, what he was planning.

  He'd take her down to the pond. She could look out at the pond and he'd stand behind her. If he couldn't see her face, maybe he could do it then, maybe he could pull the trigger.

  He watched her as she pulled off the blankets off.

  Shakily she stood. Her pink pants were filthy from the cellar's dirt floor.

  Quinn was amazed at how good she looked. She wasn't thin, she had a full round ass, big, heavy breasts, wide curvy hips, she was so damn perfect. Quinn had never been a man who liked skinny girls. He was a large 25

  man who preferred a woman who was soft beneath him, not a pile of bones poking him. If he had met this girl under normal circumstances, he'd have been thinking about fucking her, not killing her. Hell, he was thinking about fucking her anyway, she was so damn pretty. For a minute he couldn't even speak. Finally he gestured to the door. "Let's go."

  Randy was still sitting at the kitchen table. Quinn felt him glaring as he marched the girl out the door.

  It was still raining, only a light cold drizzle now. He pointed to the pond. "I want you to see the pond, Mayree. Let's walk down there."

  She turned and looked at him with a puzzled expression, and slowly she made her way through the field toward the pond. Then she saw the geese.

  "Oh, they're beautiful. There are so many of them!"

  Her voice was different, now she didn't sound as afraid.

  There was a sweet, child-like wonder in her as she watched the geese.

  She walked quickly, and he kept a watchful eye on her in case she broke into a run. He wondered if she ran would he be able to pull the trigger. He knew he couldn't.

  She stood at the water's edge looking out at the geese bobbing on the water. He was four feet behind her when he forced himself to raise the pistol, telling himself he had to do it, he needed to do it. His hand couldn't hold the gun steady, he knew he couldn't do it, he wasn't capable of this. He saw her turning back around, and he quickly moved the gun, aiming it away from her, harmlessly out toward the water.

  Her face clouded, "Oh, no... Please don't."

  He thought she realized he was trying to gather the courage to shoot her.

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  "You can't shoot them," she said. "Canadian Geese mate for life. If you shoot one's mate sometimes it won't even leave!" She looked at him sadly. "They mourn loss too." She paused for a moment. "Quinn, I am so sorry about your brother."

  Her eyes shone with tears. He didn't know if they were tears for Jack, or because she was afraid, but she really seemed genuinely sorry about Jack.

  That was the first time she'd said his name. He liked how it sounded. It looked nice too. Her lips turned into a cute little pout when she pronounced it. "Quinn," she made it sound sexy. God, he had always hated being named Quinn. He'd wished for a normal, common name, like Mike, or Joe, anything but fucking Quinn.

  Canadian Geese mate for life. The only time he'd ever heard that before was from Jack, how in the fuck did she know that? She was Jack's fucking angel. Maybe that was how she knew it. He stared at her. Her pink top had blood on it, Jack's blood. Jack had held her in his arms and kissed her right before he died. Jack's voice saying "take care of Mayree," echoed through his throbbing head over and over.

  He looked out at the geese, wondering what the hell she and Jack thought was so great about these noisy, dirty birds. When he was a little boy, Quinn had fished here at the pond. In the spring the geese always had nests or goslings, and they would chase him. Necks stretched, they would run at him, hissing. He hated everything about them.

  "Mayree, I can't let you go! You don't even realize how much I can't, not just for me but for my brother Randy too. Neither of us is going back to prison. I don't want to kill you. I don't even want to hurt you. My little brother kissed you right before he died!" He swallowed hard, he wasn't going to cry, especially in front of a woman.

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  "I don't know what the hell to do. I should have already shot you, but I can't let you go." He stared at the gun for a minute and laid it down on a stump. It would be easier to kill himself than to hurt her. God, she was beautiful. He'd felt immediate attraction to women before, but not like this. This time was different. This woman was different.

  He saw her looking past the trees, up toward the road.

  Somehow he knew she was going to run. She was fast, just not fast enough. In a matter of minutes he caught her, and grabbed her around the waist.

  Holding her, he turned her toward him. The soft warmth of her body against him felt so good. Jack had told him to take care of her, and that was exactly what he wanted to do. He was glad she'd run, that he had this opportunity to feel her so close to him. He pushed his body weight harder against her, reveling in just how good she felt, thinking how she'd feel underneath him.

  "Please. Please don't kill me," she sobbed.

  He wasn't even thinking about killing her, he was thinking about how much he wanted her.

  "Please, I'll do anything!"

  Her trembling voice saying she'd do anything caused a bold thought to flicker through his mind. Keep her. He could have a lot of fun with her. Hell, Randy would probably want to fuck her too. Donna had wanted both of them, and while she always said she loved Quinn, she sure liked fucking Randy too.

  Mayree looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.

  "Please. Quinn, don't hurt me."

  She was trembling against him. She was so sexy.

  Just her voice saying his name was heaven.

  "I don't want to hurt you. What if I keep you, Mayree?"

  he said, pressing his body even harder against her.

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  Her eyes were as huge as saucers. "What do you mean?"

  He could tell by her expression she knew exactly what he meant.

  "Keep you, here with me." He looked at her full pink lips. Jack had kissed her and it was easy to see why.

  Those lips were fucking irresistible.

  Quinn kissed her, hard and demanding, his tongue forcing and ga
ining entry into her delicious mouth. It was a kiss of pure conquest, to make sure she knew exactly how powerless she was against him. She whimpered against his lips, her hips moving to try and push his body away as she tried to wiggle from his arms.

  She was unknowingly generating a friction against his growing erection which drove him wild.

  Her lips tasted of honesty and compassion. She was everything he was not, and it made him want her even more, as if somehow possessing this woman would make him a better man, a man more like his little brother had been.

  "Please don't," she pleaded breathlessly, as she continued to squirm against him. He realized she was naively unaware of the effect her struggles were having on him, as she continued grinding against his full erection.

  "I can't let you go, Mayree. I already told you that."

  He felt her whole body stiffen against him. "Keep me here then. Just please don't hurt me."

  "Is that what you want, Mayree? You want me to keep you?"

  Her eyes lowered from his gaze in submission, making his cock strain harder inside his jeans.

  She met his gaze then, "I can cook, I can clean. I saw how dirty your house is. I'll do whatever you want." She said it innocently, but the images it brought into his 29

  mind were anything but. He knew he had to have this girl. He'd never wanted anything so much in his life.

  "What if I don't just want cooking and cleaning?"

  He heard her swallow hard, but she didn't speak.

  Those sky blue eyes were locked with his.

  "Kiss me," he ordered. Hell, he was being such a selfish bastard, he knew she'd do it, only because she was scared to death, but he wanted her lips on his again so badly it didn't matter.

  Her eyes were wide as he pressed his mouth hard against hers. She kissed him with timid trembling lips, and he drove his tongue hungrily, deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue with his, as he devoured her sweetness. He heard her sigh softly and reveled in his victory as her tongue pressed against his. She was kissing him back! Her soft kiss somehow soothed the terrible ache in his heart that he felt for Jack.

  She finally pulled her mouth away. Her body was rigid against him, but her eyes were hazy with unmistakable arousal.

  "You liked that didn't you?" Quinn said, encouraged that she was starting to respond to him.

  She stared at him, still not speaking.

  "There's lots of things I could do to you that you'd like, isn't there?"

  She tried pulling away, but Quinn held her even tighter.

  "You sure feel good. I hope you like fucking Mayree. I like it a lot and it's been so long."

  The girl had a horrified expression on her face, which he tried to ignore. She seemed like such a sweet girl that he was almost sorry he had talked to her like that.

  "I'll make sure you never run away from me," he promised, grabbing her by the arm. "Let's go back up to the house." He went and picked up the pistol, and as 30

  they walked back through the field his erection chaffed uncomfortably.

  When she walked into the kitchen in front of him he saw the flush of relief on Randy's face. He looked at Randy, "Mayree has decided she wants to stay here,"

  Quinn announced.

  Randy cocked his eyebrow. "So we've gone from robbery and kidnapping, to keeping captives? This is bullshit Quinn. I don't want to go back to jail. You ought to just let her go."

  "I can't let her go. I don't want to kill her. She wants to stay here. She offered to cook, clean, she is willing to do anything," Quinn said, strongly accenting the word

  "anything."

  Randy's eyes widened, and he turned and looked at Mayree for a long moment. He licked his bottom lip slowly. "Really? Anything, huh?"

  Quinn laughed, "That's what the girl said." He tried to overlook the fact she was crying even harder now, and poured another cup of coffee.

  Randy was eyeing Mayree, thoughtfully. "You got some nice big tits," Randy said bluntly. "Why don't you pull that shirt up and show them to us?"

  Mayree was pale and shaking, she wouldn't look up.

  "Quinn, I have to go to the bathroom," she said in a tiny voice, ignoring what Randy had just said.

  Quinn stared at her. He felt a strange urge to protect her, but he pushed it aside. He sure as hell didn't want Randy thinking Quinn Ross had gone all soft hearted over a woman.

  "What's the matter? Don't want to show us your tits?"

  Quinn asked gruffly. Setting his coffee on the counter he approached her and jerked her scrub top up, exposing a sheer white lacy bra.

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  She was sobbing really hard now, even her nose was running. "Please?" she cried, "I really have to go to the bathroom." She looked more afraid now than she had when he was pointing the gun at her, and he suddenly felt like such a cruel bastard. He allowed her to pull her shirt back down as he picked up the gun.

  "Come on, I'll take you," he said. He didn't even point the weapon at her, she was scared enough with him just holding it. He led her to the bathroom, and eyed the window near the sink. She could get out of it pretty easily, and he wasn't taking any chances. He stood in the doorway, then closed the door behind them. "Go ahead."

  "Can you go out in the hall?" she asked.

  "No, I can't."

  "Please? I really have to pee." She looked embarrassed, and he found her shy expression irresistible.

  "I told you I'd make sure you never have a chance to run," he said, gesturing toward the window.

  "Can you at least not watch?" she said with a sad sigh.

  "I won't. Just hurry up." He didn't want to watch her pissing, he was ready to get her back into the kitchen and strip her down so he and Randy could have a real good look at her. It would be a nice distraction from all that had happened last night.

  He turned his head until she stood back up, but he could not resist looking at her as she pulled up her sheer pink panties. He could still faintly see her small triangle of dark pubic hair when they were up, then she slid up the pink scrub pants, covering herself. She caught him looking at her, and her face reddened.

  "You said you wouldn't watch."

  "I didn't watch," he said. His cock was again uncomfortably hard.

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  She walked toward him, as he stood in the doorway.

  Pausing, she waited for him to move. He could feel his hand sweating on the grip of the pistol. He wished he didn't have it in his hand. All he wanted in his hands was the woman in front of him. In his hands, his arms, his mouth, his bed.

  "You're one hell of a pretty woman Mayree Jacobs."

  "How do you know my last name?" she asked fearfully.

  "I have your ID card from the hospital," he said as he lowered the pistol, and moved toward her. She backed up, until she was trapped between the bathroom wall and his chest. He leaned against her, aching to feel her softness against his body again. He could feel her shaking.

  She'd never had a man before, suddenly, somehow, he could just look in her eyes and he knew that. Something about the thought of that softened him. He would be her first. Protectiveness, tenderness, both of those unfamiliar emotions tightened his chest.

  She looked terrified, but aside from that, he saw something else, her big blue eyes mesmerized him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, possibly even more. Maybe with her he had a chance to be something other than the worthless man he now was.

  She didn't know what a loser he was. What a worthless piece of shit he was, ex-convict, former junkie, she didn't know any of that. Maybe there was some way she would love him before she found out. Right now only two emotions registered in her eyes, desire and fear. He deserved her being afraid of him, but he wanted more than anything to make it go away. He didn't deserve her to want him, but it made him really happy she did.

  "Don't be afraid of me, Mayree," he said softly.

  She stared up at him, her bottom lip was quivering.

  "Quinn, please don't, let your brother..."

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Quinn silenced her by kissing her. He was pleased she didn't want Randy, because he already knew he wasn't sharing this one. This was one he wanted all to himself.

  Enticed beyond self control he pressed his mouth against the curve of her neck, kissing her softly. She tasted so sweet. He needed to taste more of her, right now.

  Her breath escaped in a little gasp, as he kissed his way to her ear. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look," he whispered, before he caught her earlobe in his mouth.

  She still trembled, but her body shifted forward against his.

  "You don't want my brother, do you?" he asked.

  She immediately shook her head.

  "Do you want me, Mayree?"

  She didn't answer, she just kept looking at him, but she didn't shake her head either.

  He smiled at her. "You do, don't you?"

  "I don't, I don't know … I don't want you to hurt me,"

  she replied in a timid little voice.

  "I'm going to keep you here, Mayree, as long as you don't try to run, I won't hurt you," he said, surprising even himself by how tenderly he spoke to her.

  He knew he was lying, even if she tried to run again he wouldn't hurt her, but it would give him the perfect reason to spank that pretty round ass.

  He tilted her face up to him. "Kiss me again, Mayree Jacobs," he said softly. "Please? I love the way you kiss me." He realized he had said the word "please" to her. It had been a long time since he'd said please, and he was damn sure the only woman he'd ever said that to before was his mother.

  She awkwardly touched his mouth in an unskilled kiss. He dropped the gun on the counter behind him, 34

  buried his hands in her hair, and opened his lips against hers.

  She was bolder this time, her tongue entered his mouth, touched his, and twisted around it. He took it eagerly, sucking it deep into his mouth, before thrusting his deep into the warmth of her mouth. She moved her arms up, not to push him away, but to hold onto him.